Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Slave,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.